The White Owl Messenger
There is a full moon tomorrow, on October 5, 2017. It also happens to be the harvest moon, since it marks the end of the growing season. Moon phases coincide with various things that happen in our daily lives. The moon, the sun, the universe, and everything on our beautiful planet is all connected. We are all connected. When one thing shifts, it affects everything else. Everything is always changing. Nothing stays the same. However, a significant shift is occurring right now. I can feel it in my body. Internally, I’ve felt quite uncomfortable in the past several days. I feel anxiety and unease deep inside of me. I am unable to concentrate or complete tasks at the level I usually can. I’m crying a lot. I feel unsettled, as if something significant is approaching, but I can’t yet see it.
Late last night, after a few hours of sleep, I awoke to an animal call right outside my open bedroom window. I had never heard such a noise in my life, so I had no idea what it could be. I crawled out of bed and peeked out the corner of my window. It was extremely dark outside from all the clouds covering the moon, so I couldn’t see the animal. I kept listening and I determined it had to be some sort of bird of prey. It was large, and although I couldn’t see it, I knew it was sitting on an old fence post in the garden about thirty feet from my window. I watched and listened to it’s beautiful call for probably five minutes. Suddenly, it opened it’s wings and took flight. I was able to get a glimpse of what it was as it flew through a dimly lit area, and disappeared. It was a white owl.
Just a few days ago, something terrible happened in our country. It was all over the news and every social media platform. It was an evil act of one person that severely impacted the entire country. Ugly things happen every day, and they always will. Ugliness is a part of being alive. It has to be. Without ugliness, you would not know true beauty. If I hadn’t experienced ten years of ugliness working in conventional, large-scale agriculture, I would not have ever come to know the beauty that is within Nature. If I had never experienced severe anxiety and depression, I would have never known true inner peace. Everything has purpose, and it’s purpose leads to what is to be created and experienced. Everything that exists has the potential to create one of two things: love or fear. And what we choose to do with something ugly determines if that ugliness will continue or be smothered by love. You see, it’s not really about the ugly thing. It’s about what the ugly thing will produce. Will the ugly thing (fear) produce more ugliness (fear) in the form of anger, violence, and hate? Or will love grow from the ugly thing in the form of compassion, inspiration, and generosity?
The white owl who visited me last night, was a messenger of Mother Nature. I understood the owl’s beautiful message clearly: “All is well. Do not be fooled by the illusion of fear in your world. Stay true to your true self. You know who you are. Remain open. Do not close yourself in the midst of struggle. Remain open to love. Choose love. Let love permeate throughout your soul, so that you may spread love out into the world.”
What does choosing love look like right now, for me? Choosing love is keeping the news turned off. So much fear is spread through media, and I’m super sensitive, so I just can’t watch it, listen to it, or read it. It makes me feel bad and gets me stuck in the cycle of fear. Choosing love is spending even more time outside in Nature, away from the noise of technology, so that I can clearly hear my inner voice. There is so much death and loss surrounding me right now in this harvest season, so choosing love is allowing myself to feel the feelings I’m experiencing within all this loss. Allowing myself to cry when I need to cry, even if it’s at the most awkward time. This is self-love because I’m accepting myself for all that I am in this moment. Moving through these uncomfortable feelings and experiences allows them to pass, making space for love to emerge with greater strength. Choosing love in the middle of all the death and loss that is in my life right now is cherishing all the experiences I was able to have with these people and animals I am now losing. It’s seeing the beauty and purpose in these lives that are ending. The beauty that positively affected our world in so many ways. Choosing love is understanding that ugliness, and others’ fearful perspectives surrounding that ugliness, isn’t who I am and that I don’t have to respond to that with fear. I can walk away in a positive light, and I can shine my light out into the world even brighter, amidst all of this. That’s love.